You probably best remember New York’s new-wave revivalists The Bravery from the band’s debut single, “Honest Mistake.” The first time I heard it, I thought, “maybe this whole new-wave revival thing is getting a little tiresome.” Not that “Honest Mistake” was complete junk, just nothing special, a meaningless pop song with an average hook and the pretense of post-punk mystique. Next thing you knew, Sam Endicott and the boys were pushing a video featuring the quintet rocking out on five speed boats, doing their darndest to make a repetitive, bland single seem really bad ass. The band’s last record, “The Sun and the Moon,” was mostly forgettable, an album rife with regurgitated arena-sized anthems, though you probably caught the single “Believe” if you happened to catch the shows “Friday Night Lights,” “The Reaper,” “Prison Break,” “Gossip Girl” or the Luke Wilson feature “Henry Poole is Here” (Whoa, slow down, guys! Save room for “Smallville”)—I suppose when you’re living under the shadow of The Killers, you’ve really gotta scrape and claw your way towards relevance. The Bravery may not be one of music’s most unforgivable bastions of crap, but a band so lifeless, pallid and devoid of even an ounce of originality deserves to be largely ignored. (Andy Seifert)
October 4 at Vic Theatre, 3145 N. Sheffield, (773)618-8439, 7:30pm. $18.